Wapun Meadow et peccatum meum contra me est semper

The creature took notice of him. It swung its fat face up and around, making a noise that brought a glimmer of interest to Mesa's eye. He licked his lips; curious, discerning.

He stifled the urge to flash his teeth as he watched her; drawing towards where she stood, but with the careful steps of a hunter uncertain of his quarry.

As a light warning he did utter a low rumble in his chest, eyeing her, then looked along the path of crushed meadow greens left in her wake. She'd come from the valley.